Antelope gets off the shuttle onto the Rising Star. Immediately he hears the sound of revelry. Not wanting to miss a party Antelope peers into the banquet room. Amazingly he sees an event he hasn't seen since he joined Boomer and Apollo in busting up Sirer Uri's post halocaust party of Thanksgiving.
Sitting around a table were Dawg, Gemini, DarkJedi, Thomas, BST, and Jewels. They were wearing their dress uniforms. They were a sight to behold. Obviously they were still glowing from the awards ceremony for their valor during the recent battle of Gomorray.
It was obvious the drinking had been going on for some time. Rowan was the center of attention as she danced on a table. Never had a colonial uniform seemed to fit so well. Braxis was running from table to table and ambrosia to ambrosia. With Braxis short stature, red cheeks, and cheer Braxis looked more like a happy gnome than a colonial warrior. Warhammerdriver was passed out in a corner. Antelope thought Warhammerdriver wasn't going to make the next patrol but doubted Warhammerdriver was concerned at the moment. Shiningstar was at the bar incoherantly saying something about killing 4 basestars all by herself to a cadet as she spilled ambrosia on him.
ThomasBombadil walked in. Flushed with cubits from a lucky pyramid game he yelled out,"The ambrosias on me!"
With that Antelope knew that it was his cue to start ordering ambrosia.
It looked to be another fine night on the Rising Star!
